I take my food from a cellophane wrap,
Toss in the microwave and give it a zap;
Grab a cold beverage from the fridge,
I pop the top and take a swig.
I hate this loneliness, oh man alive,
The things I do, just to survive;
This life for me, ain't nothin' but bad,
But, now you’re gone and I'm so sad.
I hate pre-packaged meals and watchin' TV,
I never thought this could happen to me;
But, it was my fault, so this price I pay,
For neglectful games, I just had to play.
Now cheap utensils are all I use,
And eating alone, thanks to your abuse;
I'm just your junkie, what more can I say,
My health's declined ever since that day.
Alas, I brought this all on myself,
I see your face on each grocery shelf;
I read your name on each box and can,
But it's over, I must be a man.
I'm going crazy, it's true and I know,
It hurts so much to let you go;
Times of fullness, I know are through,
I'll be so empty without you!
My stomach churns and bowels ache,
I die slowly as my heart doest break;
My life's a misery that I truly abhor,
I'll tape this note now to your door.
When you read these words so true,
Know the craving I still have for you;
Longing for you both day and night,
My sleep is gone, but not my appetite.
'I have no choice, ' I heard you say.
My world ended when you moved away.
I'll say it now, though it's not what I want...
'It's goodbye, my favorite restaurant! '
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